Posted by Lieutenant Maria Beckett (Chief of Security) in Checkup (Side-sim) - ATTN: Medical

Posted by Ensign Rika Nishizumi (Doctor) in Checkup (Side-sim) - ATTN: Medical

Posted by Lieutenant Maria Beckett (Chief of Security) in Checkup (Side-sim) - ATTN: Medical
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With the Memorial docked at starbase and set for crew rotation, refueling, and so on, Lieutenant Beckett knew the next stop on her itinerary was Sickbay. Granted, she’d been on Starbase 243 for a while, and every post ration she’d been checked out. Still, regulations were regulations, and meant to catch any outbreaks, pandemics, as much as they were meant to catch the early onset of any diseases or health conditions. An ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure.
Stopping at a lift junction she pressed the call button and immediately a set of doors slid open. =^=Deck Thirteen Sickbay.=^= The doors closed with her inside and dropped. It was closest to her office and the armory, with a shorter travel time. Not that it mattered so much with so much crew on liberty or leave. The place was practically a ghost town.

The lift came to a halt and dropped her out just next to the secondary sickbay. Making the short jaunt to the doors, she marched her way in and cast her gaze about, and began venturing deeper. “Anybody home,” she called out.

Lt Beckett, CSO

As Becket called out a familiar face came round the corner. “Lieutenant. we meet again,” Rika said with a smile. “And this time i didn’t crash into you. That’s an improvement,” she said laughing softly

“Are you here for your physical,” she asked.

Ensign Nishizumi (Doctor)

Maria took a deep breath then held it as she nodded. “Ay-firm. I’m here for the usual pokes and prods. Hopefully I didn’t pick up any bugs on the Starbase. I didn’t exactly transport over so I haven’t been through the scrubbers in a while.” Idly she pushed up her sleeves, then gestured around at the medbay. “Where do ya want me, doc?”

Lt Beckett, COS

Rika nodded “On bipo bed one please” she said gesturing to the nearest bio-bed. As they walked over she grabbed a tri-corder and started scanning Beckett when she had sat down

“Have you felt any symptoms of illness since your last eval? Hot flushes, temperature, soar throat anything like that?” she asked

Ensign Nishizumi (Doctor)

“Not to my knowledge. Other than a momentary flash of ‘ick’ once or twice. I’m sure you know what I mean. Or maybe not, you’re a lot younger than I am.” She flashed Rika a momentary smile. “But no. No sore throat. Maybe a mild fever, but that seemed stress-induced. Get to tired, stressed, over-worked.. get off shift, feel like garbage. Chilled, but hot to the touch. No other symptoms. Go to bed and crash early, then get up the next morning, everything’s fine. That kind of thing.” She thought for a moment, her hands resting in her lap as she swung her legs back and forth. Despite being in her mid thirties, it was a momentarily youthful and unconscious thing. “I’ve had some bumps and bruises. My right wrist has been hurting some after some combat training. Nothing too bad.”

A quick scan with a medical tricorder would reveal normal vitals, but show clusters of hematomas (bruises) over her body, and a number of micro-fractures. Most were tiny, but a few were hairline. In addition to this were several hot spots of inflammation, especially around the hairline fractures. The right wrist was hot and angry, and there was a fracture there but she didn’t seem to feel it. A boxer’s fracture. Crazy painful in the right circumstance. All run-of-the-mill for a professional warrior, but certainly needed treatment to be in tip-top shape before things popped off and got crazy.

Lt Beckett, COS

Lt Beckett, COS

Rika listened carefully to the COS, once she had finished talking Rika checked her findings “You have a few bruisers and some micro fractures. Your right wrist is fracture and inflamed. I’ll have to treat that first then the other fractures.” She said as she stepped away and brought over a tray of equipment “could you please hold out your Right wrist for me” Rika asked. Once the COS had done that she started repairing the fracture.

“I was surprised I got such good results. Usually these intelligence uniforms interfere with the scans,” she said absent mindedly as she worked. “You must have a high pain tolerance if you didn’t feel this fracture. That can be a good and a bad thing,” she added.

Ensign Nishizumi (Doctor)

Maria rolled up her sleeve and held her arm out so Rika could tend to it. The thing about a boxer’s fracture was that it was never felt right away. But in a few days? Her wrist would be the size of a grapefruit and pretty angry if it wasn’t caught now. A quick lift of her arm from just under the wrist would reveal how bad off it was. The good doctor seemed to skip that.

When Rika told her about the wrist fracture she blanched. “Great. I didn’t have my wrist wrapped right. I bet it cracked when I hit NL Williams in the jaw. We were sparring, training, and I got an open shot and threw a big right. Hit like a truck.” Truth was, she had been in full out randori, up against three others during that scenario, facing multiple attackers. She wasn’t surprised at the litany of injuries the good doc had found. In truth she was kind of accustomed to a certain level of discomfort at this point.

Rika nodded “We can all get carreid away. In a sparring match. I get carried away myself sometimes. But then when you’re sparing and your opponent is as good as you or better. The blood does get het up an both sides can forget its just sparing” she said as she worked

At the mention of the intelligence uniform, one eyebrow shot up. They were designed to be indistinguishable from most fleet uniforms at least in this mode, for visual inspection. She supposed the tricorder was picking up the difference in materials. That the Ensign knew what she was looking at was equally impressive. Sort of. Rika knew a little of her background after talking in the halls. “Well, it’s not exactly running for stealth right now. Good catch though,” she said, approval laced through her voice.

“The technology was devolved by star fleet intelligence, but the initial idea and plans where designed by the Nishizumi cooperation. We own the patent for it, despite star fleet intelligence tying to muscle the patent over to them.” she said simply. Rika always found it funny intelligence killed her parents but then they came crawling to her grandfathers company when they needed new tech. No wonder her Grandfather made intelligence pay way more then usual

“And I suppose I do have a high pain tolerance. Growing up on a freighter means hard work. No real doctor means you treat stuff as best you can and suck it up. Four years of Academy training in security and tactics, along with all the other Academy shenanigans?” She shook her head, then grimaced as her wrist began to itch deeep inside with a mild ache as the bones shifted and began to knit and fuse back together. “And then the bombing at Outpost 42 left me with a concussion, and other bumps and bruises. Then getting smoke inhalation at the same time. And on and on it goes. More training, more rough-and-tumble situations.” She shrugged. “Keeps a girl on her toes, I suppose. Maybe ya get used to it a bit after so long.”

Lt Beckett, COS

“I’ve come to expect it when I’m treating security officers and marines. If you wanted to look for people who get battered the most during their service, then you look know further then those two departments. On the front line of a military organisation like star fleet is a job I can’t help but respect. Being the first ones in and the last ones standing can’t easy” she said as she worked away.

Ensign Nishizumi (Doctor)